you ever just read a book and you quietly think to yourself “hm that sounds awfully familiar” and then you turn to another page and you’re like “now.. wait a minute”. like this feeling of being known, a big gotcha, like you’ve never in your entire life experienced anything unique or original ever and it just makes you feel like you’re part of something bigger and sad at the same time because oh the universe is big and people are experiencing the same thing so you’re not actually alone in this and also we’re all fucking idiots and our lives are terrible, shallow, and stupid and oh actually you are alone in this because shared experiences doesn’t mean shit, you’re still struggling and you’re still suffering and there’s no escape?????? anyway yeah this is that book.